Playing With Fire
She’s playing with fire
Metaphorically speaking
She’s giving up hope
Of the joy she’s been seeking
She’s careful not to mess up
And to become burned
She knows it’ll never be
A lesson that she’s learned
She’s playing with the knife
Another favorite game
It’s her one addiction
And cutting is its name
Her blood spewing wounds
An ever constant gush
Slowly killing herself
For a familiar rush
She’s playing with fire
She’s playing with the knife
Letting her blood flow freely
She’ll soon be paying with her life.
Metaphorically speaking
She’s giving up hope
Of the joy she’s been seeking
She’s careful not to mess up
And to become burned
She knows it’ll never be
A lesson that she’s learned
She’s playing with the knife
Another favorite game
It’s her one addiction
And cutting is its name
Her blood spewing wounds
An ever constant gush
Slowly killing herself
For a familiar rush
She’s playing with fire
She’s playing with the knife
Letting her blood flow freely
She’ll soon be paying with her life.